Dog

Fire will consume all things &

I become a wolf, then shed:

a naked unimpeachable canine 

wild without reason or coat. 

I fly between walls remodeled

in ash & bone, my jerky tongue 

the only reminder of my flesh 

save ragged ligaments 

like fragile sentences composed. 

Across dead cinemas I vault, o'er

teakwood carriages & children's last

goodbyes. Their eyes are glass now, 

eyes of blackened doles. Their eyes

are black now; eyes of hardened wine. 

some::::done

A black cherry in a black oven busts
open with black currant tones exposed
like the bulldozer's dragon-smoke nose
some carnage (our ilk) already done.

Wolves & women

1.
I said it had to be you & you said
it had to be medicine it had to be me
it had to be fair; it had to be great; it
needed to be everything

2.
The washrooms of the bristling continent are alive with post coital youngsters, cleaning up their messy joy. The banisters of America, with forgotten spritzers, are alive, enlivened, erotic youth going at it seamstresses weaving scarves to wear about on a chilly evening at Columbia. Door ways, stairwells--it's all brimming over with secrets, dull, desultory secrets. The kind you barely see except in tinted glass at 2:30 a.m. on a Tuesday when you're walking home nursing a cold & chlamydia.

& you couldn't say anyway what it is that you saw. But oh, the glory. 

Wolves & Fog

I miss wolves of various stripes
tufts / & paws / & thru the woods /
here the trumpets of brass become
springs of combative neuroses
the campbell's camp bell ringing,
incessantly, *you know* [] [] []
door pipes in their brawned out
horn rims... blowing like visions
stolen between the night's rain &
the dawn's grave brave morn fog.

I Miss Everything

And everyone.
I would be remiss if I didn't leave some mystery
as to what exactly I'm talking about.
But sometimes shit is just forlorn.

Forlorn and twenty years ago
I was six. Age is relative.
I revel in relevance.
Merely scraping surfaces
so as not to drown in thought.

I know how to be good. Make love, not war.
Being kind. Forgiveness. Friendship.
They will take you far, figuratively
Luckily I'm not trying to get anywhere
at least not literally or actively.

I'm mostly figurative.
And altogether too passive
as if you couldn't tell by my voice.
Too proud to be pensive
too humble to be eating pie.